Weeds, Season 1

Celia:
Is your mom home?

Shane:
Not yet, she went to bail uncle Andy out of jail.

Celia:
Well, tell her I stopped by.

Shane:
Okay… I like your jacket.

Celia:
Well, thank you, Shane. Everyone thinks I've lost my mind.

Shane:
Everyone thinks I'm weird.

Celia:
Well, I can see how you might give that impression.

Shane:
I really don't care what they think.

Celia:
Good for you. Let your freak flag fly.

Shane:
Really?

Celia:
Really. I've recently stopped giving a shit what anyone thinks and I've gotta tell ya, I feel great.

Shane:
But you have cancer.

Celia:
And you have a dead father. Both of us make people really uncomfortable. There's no way around it. So we can feel all self-conscious and pretend everything's normal, or we can just be our strange selves.

Shane:
Thanks, Mrs. Hodes.

Celia:
For what?

Shane:
For telling me the truth.

Celia:
You're welcome. It's a bitch though, ain't it?